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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
UT,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.