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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
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.