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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.