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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.