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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.