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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.