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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Surgeon 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Can,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.