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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.