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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.