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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.