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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.