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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.