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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.