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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.