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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Brick,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
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.