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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.