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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.