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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.