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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.