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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.