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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.