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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.