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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.