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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.