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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.