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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.