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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.