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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.