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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Nas,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.