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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.