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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Crime,
PIL,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.