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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.