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 Czech Republic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.