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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.