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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Skarface,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.