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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.