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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.