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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.