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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.