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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.