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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.