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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.