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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.