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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.