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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.