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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.