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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
JFA,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.