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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.