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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
10cc,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.