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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.