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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.