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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.