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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.