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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.