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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.