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 Hungary and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Pole,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.