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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.