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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.