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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.