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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.