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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.