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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Scientists,
10cc,
Main Source,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.