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 Lebanon 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.