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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.