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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
the Association,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.