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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.