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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.