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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Funkadelic,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.