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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Newcleus,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.