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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.