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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.