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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.