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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.