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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.