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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Television,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.