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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.