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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.