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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Index,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.