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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
New Order,
10cc,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.