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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.