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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.