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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.