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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.