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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.