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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.