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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.