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 Italy and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.