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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.