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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.