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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.