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 Korea South and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.