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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.