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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.