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 Belgium and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.