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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Japan to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.