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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.