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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.