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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.