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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.