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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.