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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.