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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.