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 Malta 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.