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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.