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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.