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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.