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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.