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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.