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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.