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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.