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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.