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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.