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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.