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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.