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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.