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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.