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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Brick,
Camouflage,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.