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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.