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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.