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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.