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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Quantec,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.