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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Monks,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.