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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.