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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.