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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.