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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.