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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.