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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.