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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Aswad,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.