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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.