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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.