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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.