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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.