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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.