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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
the Association,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.