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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.