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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.