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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.