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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.