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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
DNA,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.