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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.