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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.