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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Wire,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.