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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.