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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.