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 Estonia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.