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 Yemen and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.