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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.