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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Magma,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.