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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.