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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.