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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.