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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Nas,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
UT,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.