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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.