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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Move,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.