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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Nico,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.