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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.