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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Index,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.