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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.