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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.