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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.