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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Can,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.