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 Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.