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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.