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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.