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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.