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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.