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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.