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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.