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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.