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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.