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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Audionom 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 rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.