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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.