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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.