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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.