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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.