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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.