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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.