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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.