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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Martian,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.