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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.