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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Japan,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.