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 Tonga 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.