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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.