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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.