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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.