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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Scion,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.