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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.