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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.