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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.