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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.