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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Q65,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.