Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.