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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.