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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.