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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.