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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Byron Stingily 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
UT,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Smog,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.