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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.