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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.