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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.