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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.