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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Move,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.