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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
MDC,
The Move,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.