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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Fugazi 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.