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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The Move,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Shoche,
June Days,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.