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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 Spokane and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.