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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.