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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.