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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.