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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.