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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.