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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.