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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.