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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.