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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.