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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.