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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Mars,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.