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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.