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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Index,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.