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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.