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 Jordan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.