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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.