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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.