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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.