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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.