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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.