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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.