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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.