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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 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 Radiohead 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Inner City,
the Association,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.