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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.