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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.