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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.