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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Index,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
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.