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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.