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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.