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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.