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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.