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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
UT,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.