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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.