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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Visage,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.