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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.