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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.