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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.