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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.