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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.