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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Rakim,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.