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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.