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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.