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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Star Department,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.