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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.