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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.