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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Can,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.