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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.