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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.