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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.