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 Finland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Japan,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.