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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.