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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Magma,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.