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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.