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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Index,
Television,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.