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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.