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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.