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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.