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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.