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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.