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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Crime,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.