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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.