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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Television,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.