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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.