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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.