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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.