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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Faust,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.