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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.