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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.