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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Crime,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.