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 Zimbabwe 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.