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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.