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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.