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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.