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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.