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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.