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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.