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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.