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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.