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 Benin 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.