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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
The Fall,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.