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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.