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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
New Order,
Nico,
Ituana,
Visage,
MC5,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.