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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.