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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.