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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.