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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.