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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.