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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.