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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.