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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.