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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.