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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.