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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
ABC,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.