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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.