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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Index,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
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.