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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.