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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.