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 Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.