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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.