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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.