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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Gories,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.