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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.