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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.