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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.