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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.