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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.