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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.