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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.