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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.