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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Swans,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.