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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.