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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.