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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.