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 Bahamas 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.