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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Index,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Motorama,
the Slits,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.