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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.