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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
JFA,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.