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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.