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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.