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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.