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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.