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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.