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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.