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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.