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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.