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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Echospace,
MC5,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.