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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
PIL,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.