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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.