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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.