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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.