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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.