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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.