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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Organ,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.