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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.