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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.