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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.