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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Flipper,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.