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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Gong,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.