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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.