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 Angola 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.