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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.