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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.