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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
UT,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.