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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Names,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.