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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
the Slits,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.