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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.