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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.