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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.