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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.