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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.