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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.