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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.