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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.