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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.