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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.