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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.