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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.