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 Colombia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Yaz,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.