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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.