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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.