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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.