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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.