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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.