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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.