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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.