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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.