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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.