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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.