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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.