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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.