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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.