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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.