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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
the Association,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.