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 Palau and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.