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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.