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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.