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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.