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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Cameo,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.