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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.