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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.