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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.