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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.