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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Brick,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.