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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.