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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.