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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.