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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.