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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.