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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Doors,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
JFA,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.