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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.