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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.