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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.