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 Bhutan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.