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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.