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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.