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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.