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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.