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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
UT,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.