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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.