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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
cv313,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.