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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.