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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
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Television,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.