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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
X-102,
New Order,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.