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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Index,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.