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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.