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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.