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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.