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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Monks,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.