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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.