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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
X-102,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.