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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.