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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.