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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The Index,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.