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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.