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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.