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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.