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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Nas,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.