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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.