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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.