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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.