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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.