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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.