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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.