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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.