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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.