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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.