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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.