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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.