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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.