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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Swans,
MC5,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Organ,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.