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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.