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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Sparks,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.