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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.