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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.