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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.