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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.