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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.