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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.