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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
AZ,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.