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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.