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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.