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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.