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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.