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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.