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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.