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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.