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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
the Normal,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.