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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.