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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.