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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.