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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.