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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.