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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.