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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.