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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.