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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Move,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.