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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.