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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.