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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Index,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.