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 India and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.