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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.