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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.