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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.