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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.