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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.