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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Wings,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.