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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.