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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Martian,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.