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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.