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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
This Heat,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.