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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.