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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.