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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.