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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.