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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
the Association,
Make Up,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.