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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Wire,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.