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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Saints,
New Order,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.