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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.