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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
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.