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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.