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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.