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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.