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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.