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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.