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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.