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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.