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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.