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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.