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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.