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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.