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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.