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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.