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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
John Holt,
Nico,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.