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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.