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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.