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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.