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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Faust,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.