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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.