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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
AZ,
UT,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.