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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.