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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.