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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.