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 Monaco and from New York.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.