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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.