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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.