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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.